The Alpha's Exiled Mate
W, one for me.
I smile politely, sign for them, and the moment I close the door, I march straight to the fireplace.
By the third day, there are five letters waiting.
"Mama, why do you keep getting so much mail?" Lily asks, watching me stack the latest batch on the kitchen counter. Her eyes are wide with curiosity, like this is the most exciting thing that's happened all week.
"Junk mail," I say lightly. "Nothing important."
Noah picks one up, studying the wax seal. "This looks fancy for junk mail."